Mama Cat was my (Blake) cat. She had to be put down in between sessions 6 and 7 due to a rare genetic condition. The fluid sac around her heart had a hole in it and all of her internal organs got into the sac. This compressed her heart and lungs. This made it so that she could not breathe well, or move without pain.
Origin
She broke into my garage when I was living with an ex GF. She ate all the dog food and we decided to let her stay in the house for the night until we could take her to a shelter the next day. That night she had a full litter of kittens behind the couch. Shelters will not take fresh kittens so we fostered them. I decided that we should just call her mama cat, because if we gave her a real name we would get attached. As the kittens grew we were able to find homes for all of them, but not mamas. I was afraid she wouldn’t be adopted since she was a black cat. At this point I had, in fact, become attached. So we kept her. When my ex and I broke up we decided that I should keep mamas. I had her from 2015-2025. She was the sweetest cat I’ve ever known. She loved snuggles, and was the most gentle with my daughters. She was my daughters’ first cat, and saw me through my breakup with my ex, meeting my wife, moving to Washington and having kids. Rest in peace Mamas. Ill miss you </3
